After touring the ancient castle.
The living room.
Looking at the table full of lunch.
Ge Feng: "..."
Ma Yun: "..."
Zeng Rou: "..."
Everyone glanced at Tang Qing.
Thinking to themselves, not only did you arrange a platoon of bodyguards and a manor, you even air-freighted your own chef over, along with the ingredients. The cooks followed right after we arrived.
The ingredients were even transported in a refrigerated container.
Luxurious.
Too luxurious.
"Why are you looking at me? Let's eat," Tang Qing said, leading by example and picking up a piece of grilled steak. Coming abroad, of course, we have to do it 'properly', so today's lunch is all Western cuisine.
"..."
After a speechless moment.
One by one, they picked up their utensils.
Feasting voraciously.
Products of the Training Area, nothing simple; coupled with the fighters' impeccable cooking skills, every dish brought a satisfying grin to their faces. Eating at Tang Qing's is truly a treat.
In the past.
